By popular demand, a second dirty chapter...

Chapter Two

Marinette could hardly believe what had happened between them. While the logical part of her brain was saying she was crazy, the endorphins streaming through her body countered reason. Laying side by side on the plush rug in Adrien's lounge room, the pair eyed each other hungrily as they caught their breath.

The blonde rolled to his side, gliding a finger along her cheek. "So, what do you intend to do with me now?"

Staring into those mesmerising green eyes, Marinette raised her hand to sift her fingers through Adrien's tousled hair. Like this he looked so much like his alter ego. Her fingers dropped to skim down his face, jaw and onward to his chest. Oh, that magnificent chest. His nipples were still hard as she flicked her fingers over them, watching as Adrien's eyes darked with her increased touch.

Giving him a sultry smile, she stated, "I'm going to kiss every inch of your delectable body and then I'm going to ride you, hard."

A deep rumble of approved sounded from in his throat. "Mm, I like the sound of that. But I'm going to start on you first."

And so, he did. Marinette did her best to turn the tables on her partner, lavishing him with all the pent up passion in her heart and soul, but Adrien really was determined to make the night last.

So, it was surprising when she woke the next day alone. Sure, he'd left her wrapped in a cocoon of blankets on the rug – which she was fairly certain would need to go to the drycleaners after their erotic romp – but it was disappointing that he wasn't there with her now.

With a grunt of displeasure, Marinette got to her feet with a bundled blanket around her body and headed to the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror she almost shrieked when she caught her reflection. Makeup was smudged, her hair was sticking up all over the place and she was fairly certain Adrien had left a subtle love bite above her collarbone. Rolling her eyes, she grumbled, "Stupid cat," under her breath without any real conviction as she reached for her hair brush.

After a number of winces from knots that threatened tears, Marinette had her dark tresses looking respectable again. She followed by removing her makeup, once that was done she dropped the blanket to the floor and moved to the shower. As her hand reached for the tap, she heard the bathroom door open and glanced over her shoulder. There stood Chat Noir with a cup tray of coffees in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other that smelled like it contained bacon and egg rolls.

Feline eyes roved down her body with open lust as he shuffled forward and placed the items in his hands on the vanity. His tongue swiped across his top lip as he stared at her naked body with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. "I thought I'd get breakfast but something much more delectable just popped up on the menu."

Marinette let her gaze drift down his suit, arching an eyebrow. "You're right about somethingpopping up." Then she cocked her head to the side as she noticed something different about his costume. "Your zipper…" she started.

Chat Noir grinned, "Oh you noticed that?"

"It normally stops at your navel."

"Yes, it does."

She pointed, "It goes all the way down your crotch."

"Mm hmm," he smirked with a wiggle of his masked eyebrows.

"And you went out like that?"

"Nope," Chat answered with a shake of his shaggy blonde head, "Adrien got breakfast, I transformed when I got back inside to surprise you." He leaned closer as he loudly whispered, "I figured you'd want to experience me in my entirety. So, today you get to have Chat Noir as well."

That had her mouth dropping open. Good grief, Adrien had been amazing and she could only imagine how much of a wildcat he'd be as Chat Noir. As if to confirm this theory, her partner stalked across the small room with a predatory swagger, his shoulders slightly raised with his chin dipped as he peered up at her through his bangs with a wicked smile.

Impulse had her backing up as he prowled forward, and then her back hit the wall and his hands flattened against the gyprock either side of her, caging her in. Those feline eyes studied her face in great detail, tracing over her features as if he were trying to burn them into his long-term memory. His teeth dug into his lower lip as he leaned in, his unsteady breaths heating her skin with each exhalation.

"You're so utterly beautiful," he confessed on a gravelly sigh. "Makes me want to drop to my knees…" and to her surprise he did, "…and worship you." A roguish flash of intent sizzled in his eyes just before his hands went to her hips, sliding down to her inner thighs to urge them open.

Stunned, Marinette shuffled her feet apart awkwardly as Chat Noir continued to gaze up at her. Then those smouldering eyes dropped to her dark curls, his gloved fingers tightened on her thighs yet he seemed aware enough to keep his claws away from her skin. But all thoughts of his consideration disappeared as the tip of Chat's hot tongue found her feminine petals, licking and tasting in slow deliberation.

She let out a gasp of pure pleasure while her hands dove into his golden mop, holding him in place as she curled her fingers around his kitty ears. Not that Chat Noir needed any real encouragement, that tongue of his was very busy exploring her honeyed centre. Seeking the places which evoked the best responses from his lady. And when he found her clit he couldn't help but smile as he worked her body. Licking, sucking and driving her higher.

Tightening her grip on his cat ears, Marinette let out a scream as her belly muscles coiled, then she shattered apart as his tongue speared into her channel. Her whole body trembled at the intensity of her orgasm as Chat Noir continued to love her with his mouth. She was panting hard, hoarsely crying his name as she came back to herself.

Eventually, Chat Noir sat back on his haunches and licked her juices from his face with open relish. All Marinette could do was watch him as she leaned her weight against the wall, certain the bones in her legs had turned to jelly. His grin turned wicked as he rose to his feet, catching her elbows to bring her away from the wall. "Breathe, milady. I'm not done with you yet."

Then Chat Noir walked her forward until his backside hit the vanity. Masked eyebrows lifted with interest, giving her a cheeky wink as he sidestepped and moved behind her. Once there he took her hands and laid them on the countertop, leaning over her to murmur in her ear, "Stay just like that."

Marinette raised her head to look at Chat Noir in the mirror. He'd positioned himself slightly to the side of her, giving her a clear view of what he was doing. With finger and thumb, Chat took hold of his zipper and eased it down his torso, watching her the entire time. Her lips parted on gasp as he opened it all the way, revealing his eager arousal which sprang free at full attention. Then Chat Noir reached up to pull the leather suit open at the collar then shifted it down his shoulders, exposing his chiselled chest and loosening it enough to give him room to move.

Gloved hands moved to her hips and Marinette forced herself to look away from Chat's body and into his eyes, only to find him staring at her already. So much desire radiated from his features as he gently kicked her feet wider apart. "Bend lower," he rasped with eagerness and she complied. Then she felt the bulbus head of his cock slip against her feminine petals, nudging forward in search of her entrance. And when he found it he let out a growl so feral she almost came as he thrust inside her with such possessive male force she wondered if he was trying to brand her as his own.

"Mine," he snarled through his teeth as he eased back only to pound into her tight sheath with brutal power. His whole body was tense as if he thought she might bolt at any second. But Marinette wasn't going anywhere. While his thrusts were forceful, they weren't unwelcomed. Heck, she was so dripping wet that her body was aching to be filled. She needed him inside her with equal fervour. Already her inner walls were squeezing him, wanting his seed with primal urgency.

"More," she moaned as he thrust in and out of her, slowly yet powerfully.

"More of what?" he demanded.

"More of you. Faster, harder."

His grip shifted as he slid his hands up her body to cup her breasts and then he slammed into her, upping his pace while he tugged on her nipples. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," she moaned, "Oh yes."

"Say my name," he commanded with such deep authority it gave her blissful chills.

Her lips readied to say 'Adrien' but then she realised what he was wanting. "Take me, Chat Noir, I'm yours. Only yours."

If she thought him wild before it was nothing compared to what her words unleashed. Chat Noir's nostrils flared as he hammered his cock into her silken channel, his teeth sank into the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck as he sucked hard on her skin. One hand left her breast to drop between her open legs, using the heel of his palm to grind against her core. The sensory overload had her shooting to the stars. Her cries of utter ecstasy were echoed by Chat Noir as he filled her with his cum, spurting deep into her womb once more. Neither realising that his semen had already fulfilled its purpose the night before.

I figured a bit of MariChat would go down well, hope you enjoyed it. I guess Ladybug should get on the action at some point too - maybe next chapter ;) Thanks for reading.